But that ray too is sent to me, For where it lights there dwells my heart: And if I were where I would be, Both rays would shine, love, where thou art. 15 Awake, my heart, to be loved, awake, awake! The darkness silvers away, the morn doth break, It leaps in the sky: unrisen lustres slake The o’ertaken moon. Awake, O heart, awake! She too that loveth awaketh and hopes for thee; Her eyes already have sped the shades that flee, Already they watch the path thy feet shall take: Awake, O heart, to be loved, awake, awake! And if thou tarry her,—if this could be,— She cometh herself, O heart, to be loved, to thee; For thee would unashamèd herself forsake: Awake to be loved, my heart, awake, awake! Awake, the land is scattered with light, and see, Uncanopied sleep is flying from field and tree: And blossoming boughs of April in laughter shake; Awake, O heart, to be loved, awake, awake! Lo all things wake and tarry and look for thee: She looketh and saith, ’O sun, now bring him to me. Come more adored, O adored, for his coming’s sake, And awake my heart to be loved: awake, awake!’ 16 SONG I love my lady’s eyes Above the beauties rare She most is wont to prize, Above her sunny hair, And all that face to face Her glass repeats of grace. For those are still the same To her and all that see: But oh! her eyes will flame When they do look on me: And so above the rest I love her eyes the best. Now say, [_Say, O say! saith the music_] who likes my song?— I knew you by your eyes, That rest on nothing long, And have forgot surprise; And stray [_Stray, O stray! saith the music_] as mine will stray, The while my love’s away. 17 Since thou, O fondest and truest, Hast loved me best and longest, And now with trust the strongest The joy of my heart renewest; Since thou art dearer and dearer While other hearts grow colder, And ever, as love is older, More lovingly drawest nearer: Since now I see in the measure Of all my giving and taking, Thou wert my hand in the making, The sense and soul of my pleasure; The good I have ne’er repaid thee In heaven I pray be recorded, And all thy love rewarded By God, thy master that made thee. 18 The evening darkens over. After a day so bright The windcapt waves discover That wild will be the night. There’s sound of distant thunder. The latest sea-birds hover Along the cliff’s sheer height; As in the memory wander Last flutterings of delight, White wings lost on the white. There’s not a ship in sight; And as the sun goes under Thick clouds conspire to cover The moon that should rise yonder. Thou art alone, fond lover. 19